Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Mozambique and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Shoche to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Pop Group,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
Reuben Wilson,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
EPMD,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Slick Rick,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Smooth,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
Q65,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Scott Walker,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faust,
Alphaville,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pagans,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.